Dark Side of the Moon

Elf (GM)

Forest
Gabriel L. Umbra
Lady Wynn Noreen Umbra
Lancer
Ash O'Rourke
Quinn R. Frost
Saber
Amanda L. Wallace

Knick

Amelia
Phoenix
Zouken Matou (Zolgen Makiri)
Tokiomi TohsakaFor now NPC
Shiro
Jubei
Amelia ‘Amy’ Tanner
Matou Sakura
Benjamin Saylor
Snake of Eden
Cina Prayer

NACHOS

Ragna The Bloodedge
Celica A Mercury
Anti-Fog Metahuman: Prototype Seven
Eleanor King

Mooncake

“Lucas Klein”
Gilgamesh
Hakumen
Vlad Drăculea (Vlad Țepeș, Vlad the III)
Alucard (Hellsing: Abridged)
Count Dracula (Gabriel Belmont)
Wanderer

Brahmastra

Karna
La Folia Rihavein
Terumi/Hazama
Barthomeloi Lorelei
Caules Forvedge Yggdmillenia
Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillenia
Ramesses II /Rider
Shirou Kotomine (Real name Shiro Tokisada Amakusa)
Semiramis


Umbra of Chaos

Grigori
Relius Clover
Paladin
Asileron The Betrayer
PARIAH

MissingMandible

Songbird
Pyramid Head
Undead Knight or the Chosen Undead
Azmortchal’um and Minions
Staff Sergeant Jonathan Mathews
Specialist Samantha “Sammy” Cardigan
Corporal Elizabeth Blackwell
Togg Dorggan
Brother-Captain Andreus

Ivan the Mouse

Yukina Aikawa
Jan Neo Langraad
Rattus von Engles

Arch-Magos Winter

Lawrence Frisvold
John 'Jack' Cooper
Daniel Roswell
Archer (EMIYA)
Wolf
Shakespear
The Hunter

YOLF

Ketsumoto Uchiten [血本内天], 'Uchi' to 'friends'
Fate Averruncus (true name of Tertium)
The Glorious! Sir Bonesingtson
Maximillian Achterberg
Dunkelzahn
The Lich King (Ner'Zhul)
Boss Penguin
Yang Xiao Long

Salto/Puck-Chan

Henry (Min Jun) Chae
Funny Valentine
Mary Atkins

Kurogami

Arisato Minato
Mankanshoku Mako

Cool Kat/StrayKat

Ellen Thorne
Geralt of Rivia aka Gwynbleidd, Butcher of Blaviken
Josip Josipowicz Starski
Mordred
Jorge Rodriguez


Lycodrake

Lycodrake Aptera

Cherry Lover

Rider
Emiya Shirou
Emiya Kiyoshi

Milbunk

Downy Reed
Haruna Mochizuka
Yuuki Yamato aka Dengeki Stryker, Stryker Zero
Medus Proditione
Kuzuki Souichirou
Sasaki Kojirou/Fake Assassin


Daiki

Arcueid Brunestud
Enkidu
Kyle Teems

Alice

Tohsaka Rin
Mille Garrison
Thomas Hale
Kishinami Hakuno
Archer (Nameless Hero) (Extra Version)
Revya Median
Gig

Gray

Ali “Avvie” Avdol

Irisviel
Irisviel von Einzbern
Saber(Jeanne of Arc)

Dallas/Samuel L Jackson
Samuel L. Jackson 2
Revy "Two-Hands"
Rock
Luviagelita Edefelt

Sakura Alter
Dark Sakura

Kaze
Alex Mercer
Lancelot

This is a crossover Urban Fantasy RPG containing characters from the Nasuverse and many other universes as well, but as long as it fits into an Urban Fantasy section.

What is Urban Fantasy you ask? Well it is rather awesome, but its fantasy takes place in an "Urban" environment such as a city. Think along the lines of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Jim Butcher's The Dresden Files and Fate and Tsukhime are actually classified as Urban Fantasy too.

Also No Aliens. 
This is a Supernatural Role Play with Horror and Fantasy elements.  This is not science fiction or sci-fi.  There is a difference between the two.

The level of tech in the city is modern day.  I will allow some advanced technology such as cybernetics to a point, but this RP isn’t about mechs.  Artificial Intelligences outside of computer systems (read androids) will not be allowed.

I will allow Mecha if it is more steampunk like/magical in nature than super science.

The Basic Story is this: For some reason Nexus City has popped up in a pocket dimension, pulling things from other worlds randomly around with it. In this city you can see the Statue of Liberty at the bay, but in the center of the city is Tokyo Tower. The City is a huge, sprawling metropolis. Like all cities it also has its dark underbelly as well. Think of the City as the obese, bastard child of Metropolis and Gotham and you'd be half way there.

The City is full of factions and alliances of its own. Normal people are sort of aware of the supernatural goings on in the city but they don't speak of them. Mainly because they don't have the means to deal with magic users, vampires, werewolves, Servants, and the like. They try to go on with normal life as much as possible. Business is thriving in The City, the economy is good, and there aren't that many homeless people out there (they've gotten eaten).

Now, your character(s) have gotten pulled into this vast, dark city and are forced to survive. There are those who want to help you. There are others who would want to use and abuse you. There are others that would simply eat your face.

At the time, there is no "Big Bad" in this RPG except maybe the City itself. This is about survival and building a life. Now there will be fights. A lot of the members of the supernatural community are either ancient warriors or predators there will be combat.  However, this will not be a combat driven RP.

This is an RP about interaction and characterization.


1.) Treat Other Players With Respect.  Golden Rule here.  Treat others how they want to be treated.  If you have a problem with another player, do not spout insults at them.  Bring your qualm to them in a polite manner.  If that does not work, please alert the GM.

2.) Thou Shall Not Meta Game Or Godmode. If you have knowledge that your character could not possibly have, don't give it to them without a reasonable explanation. There will not be any Godmoding here either. You will get smote, and smote hard.

3.) Do Not Control Another Person's Character. This means if you say, "Character X punched Character B." You would stop right there and give the other player time to respond. DO NOT say, "Character X punched Character B, and Character B went down like the little bitch he is." You give the other player a chance to respond. Hell, Character B could be a master martial artist who could block the punch and pull the other character in an arm lock in retaliation while Character X is just some Normal Dude.

4.) You Cannot Kill Another Person’s Character Without Consent. If I find out that anyone kills off anyone that wasn't suppose to die I am within my rights, as GM, to either penalize you, throw you out of the game, or remove of one of your characters out of the game as I see fit. 
However, a character might, in certain circumstances, be taken over by another player for a while.  If it is a reasonable/plausible explanation. Example: Character A is a vampire with high ranking mental powers and Character B is Joe Shmoe.  Character A feeds from Character B and wipes their mind.  That would be allowed.  However within reason.

5.) Show, Don't Tell. Or rather demonstrate, don't explain. Some times info dumps are needed, but if your character is a smart ass bad ass, show them being a smart ass bad ass. Don't just say they are, back up your claims, and that also means no having other characters who don't know the one character suddenly talk about your character being the smart bad ass without reason to do so. I want this to be a fairly well written RPG.

6.) For the Love of God, Please Try To Make Your Posts Readable. It’s no fun if one’s posts aren’t able to be read.  Use proper capitalization, spacing, and punctuation in your posts whenever possible.  If there are constant infractions, GM action will be taken.  This should be a fairly well written RP that others can read like a story if they wanted.

7.) Give other players time to respond. Now sometimes two players will go on a tangent with themselves. It's expected and can be fun, and if their interaction is separate from most everyone its fine. Plus it would be expected in a love scene between two characters. Now if there is an event and other people are trying to catch up slow down. Like if a group of players are fighting something, and one of them has trouble catching up, give them time to respond.

However if a character does not reply within a 24 hour period during a time of “heavy action”, I apologize, but we will be forced to move without them. Don't worry, we won't kill your character and we'll say they did something neat during the conflict so they're not a mook.

8.) This is an Adult RP. Adult things will happen, such as relationships and sex. There will be erotic content in this RP. If you're not comfortable with that, do not join or just say so and anything that could happen with your characters will happen "off screen".

9.) Ten Characters are Allowed Per Player. Depending on how this RP goes, the character cap may be upped.

10.)Alternate Selves. Since this is a Multi-Dimensional RP, multiple versions of one character will be allowed, but only one per player and only three versions of one character allowed at a time. So that means Player C can play as Mind of Steel Shirou where everything went Grimderp and he let Rin kill Sakura, but that is the only version of Shirou he can play. Player A can play Fate Shirou who is following his dream. Player B can play Heaven's Feel Normal End Shirou who is Sakura's house husband. For the purposes of this RP Emiya Shirou and EMIYA Archer are separate characters. So there can be three Shirous and three Archers.

11.) No Aliens. Batman and Wonder Woman are fine. The Martian Manhunter and Superman are not. Or rather Arcueid and Alucard (both Castlevanyia and Hellsing versions) are fine, but most of the Cast of Dragonball Z is out.

12.) Their Power Level is Over 9,000!!!! In regards to “over-powered” characters, the GM may make demands such as depowering them to a reasonable level or force a weakness on them.  A weakness isn’t something like, “Afraid of spiders!” or something physiological.   A weakness would be like a wooden stake to the heart killing a vampire or silver being able to harm werewolves.  Or, without his helmet, the Juggernaut is weak to psychic attacks. 

13.) The Player Knows Their Character Best.  If a player has a character that has an ability to read others such as their desires and base selves and wishes to use it, they need to get in touch with the player who’s character their character wants to read.  Say Character 66 can know a person’s most secret, hidden desires.  They read Character 69- 66’s player has to go to 69’s player to find out what their deep, hidden desire is.  They just cannot guess it outright.

*** Please Note, All Character Approvals are on the Character Approval Thread ***



Here is a rough "map" (5,000 hours in MS paint!) of the city.  Very rough.

It's a general idea how the city is made up.

Basically, the "laws" for laws for magic are no killing, mind control, or wanton destruction of property.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Type-Moon characters or properties expressed in the work of fiction below.  They belong to Type-Moon and their creator, Kinko Nasu.

Warning: Lemon!  Porn, slight bondage.  This is really rough with no beta that I wrote for fun and decided to share.  Enjoy!


And That’s How Tohsaka Rin Won
By: Elf


   She was trying to talk him out of it.  She was cursing him, insulting him, but not pleading with him because Tohsaka Rin was too proud to beg.  Rin was using reason and logic, reminding him fully that his goal was fruitless.

   Her aquamarine eyes were radiant and a slight flush colored her fair cheeks as she continued to reason with him.

   Archer was beyond reason now.

   His plan had failed; spectacularly so even.  So everything was a last ditch effort to make sure he reached his goal.  He was even doing things that would have made him physically ill once upon a time.  Things like kidnapping Rin and tying her to a chair using shackles that Ilya had crafted to make sure that a magus couldn’t use their spells and abilities.

   Archer had done the unthinkable and he was fully aware of it.  He had taken Tohsaka Rin and turned her into a Damsel in Distress so his idiot, younger self would come to rescue her.  When Emiya Shirou played the hero, just like Archer knew he would – Just like I would have once long ago- Archer was ready.  It wasn’t just enough to kill the boy at this point.

   He wanted to crush him.  He wanted to be there when the ideal died in the teen’s eyes before he drove the killing blow home.  He needed this or everything would have been for nothing.  Another useless grand gesture in Archer’s long and cursed existence.

   “Your paradox?  It won’t work.  This isn’t your dimension of origin, Archer.  The chance that it could happen is barely a fraction of a percentage,” Rin said.

   Archer turned hard eyes to her and said, “At this point I really don’t care.”

   “Then why are you doing this?” she said, her voice rising to almost shrill octaves.  She bucked against the chair she was chained to, causing it to rattle and creak. 

   He took a step closer and asked, “Do you really want to know?” His voice was low and hard, even to him.  Rin’s eyes widened, but she leaned forward, not wanting him to see how terrified she was.  She did nod though, her eyes never leaving his.

   She’s probably thinking that there’s some way to get me back.  Despite betraying her to Caster and attempting to kill Emiya Shirou she still wants me to be her Archer again, he realized.  The realization came with a pang as he looked down at her.  Tohsaka Rin was talented and powerful, but she was a horrid magus for one simple fact.

   Rin couldn’t harden her heart.  She was too kind and caring.  She did things like use a rare heirloom to save a boy she barely knew.  An heirloom that he kept to his dying day and beyond; the trigger to her summoning him.

   So of course Rin was trying to save him again.  After all, he was that same boy that she saved days ago.  He knew that she knew, after all she’d been the first one to realize his secret that night.

   It would make sense in her mind to save him, even though Archer knew he was beyond saving.

   He lowered himself so he was mere centimeters away from her, their skin almost touching.  Her breath made tiny vapor trails in the cold room, and he watched as their creation quickened when he got closer to her.  He knew he should have stayed on the other side of the room with his back turned to her.

   Tohsaka Rin also was one of his greatest weaknesses, even if he could only admit it to himself.

   Archer said, “Even if it wouldn’t work, it would be worth pouring all of my frustration into him.”

   Rin took a deep breath, closed her eyes, squared her shoulders, and then looked him straight in the eye.  Her voice trembled ever so slightly as she said, “Then pour them into me.”

   What served as Archer’s heart seemed to stop for a moment before Rin’s words sank in.  He instantly rose to his full height and stepped away, shaking his head at her proclamation.  Rin continued, “If you’re so frustrated, do something about it, but I didn’t know that my Archer liked guys.”

   Archer stopped and looked at Rin, who was smirking at him, but even bound as she was her posture was rigid.  She said, “Not to mention, you’re so low on prana that you’d probably fade away before he gets here, Independent Action or not.”

   Now Rin was taunting him, all but laughing at him.

   He stared at her, her head tilted at a haughty angle with her gorgeous eyes bright and challenging.  With her hands behind her back, her chest was thrust forward and the room’s coldness made her nipples poke against her red turtleneck.  Her long, sculpted legs were spread apart and there was that teasing ring of white skin resting between where her thigh high stockings began and her skirt ended.

   “Now you’re the one being an idiot,” Archer said, beginning to turn away from the enticement before him.  I can throw her down to the ground and fuck her.  She couldn’t resist me and I can take what I wanted.  Take it all, take all of her. 

   Rin laughed and said, “You’re repressed.  I saw your memories, I saw her.  Frankly, she was an idiot.”

   Archer turned back to Rin as she shook her head and sighed.  She said, “She wasn’t strong enough to save you.”

   “And you are?” Archer said, and his mocking chuckle tasted bitter on her tongue.

   Rin swallowed and leaned towards him as much as she could.  Her voice was soft as she replied, “Yes.”

   He was before her again, their faces almost touching as he met her eyes.  “You’re wrong,” he whispered in a hoarse voice before pressing his lips against hers.

******

   Her Archer was hot, his lips almost scalding against Rin’s cold mouth.  She gasped at the initial touch.  After all there was heat, suddenness, and a whole storm of unique, terrifying, and overwhelming sensations.  Archer’s mouth was pressed against hers, a surprising warmth in the frigid chill of the abandoned castle he’d taken her to. 

   Yet there was nothing gentle about this kiss.

   Rin’s heart was racing and it felt like hundreds of butterflies had suddenly taken nest in her stomach and began to flutter restlessly there.  Her throat was tight and her head was spinning.  Her core and face felt like they were on fire while the rest of her felt nestled in ice.

   Archer gave no quarter, with hard movements he managed to part her lips and then there was the foreign sensation of his mouth entering hers.  Her jaw ached and her lips stung, but she wasn’t going to just sit there and let Archer take her.  Her own plan was hinging on the fact, that maybe, just maybe, if she could make him remember who he was then he’d give up his plan to kill Shirou.

   Logic and reason hadn’t worked, so Rin was relaying on other tactics. 

   And she couldn’t stop trembling as Archer ravaged her lips, knowing that this was just the beginning.

   I am a magus.  This is nothing.  Just a means to an end, she tried to tell herself as Archer’s tongue began to dance against hers.  The pressure on her lips relented somewhat and she found she could move.  Her chest was starting to tighten because she couldn’t get a good breath and then Archer moved himself from her lips.

   He was panting for air against her neck, his white hair brushing against her cheek.  She was aware of his broad body surrounding and dwarfing hers.  His hands were clutching the sides of her chair as they caught their breath.  Rin’s cheeks felt as if they had been doused in napalm and then lit as Archer began to brush his lips from her neck to her ear.

   She shivered at the sudden spark of sensation and gasped at the oddly pleasant caress.  There was a sharp prick on the sensitive lobe of her ear and she squirmed at that as it was followed by a sweet, sharp pressure.  “Rin,” Archer’s steel laden voice whispered into her ear.

   One hand moved from the side of her chair and up to her breast.  She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as she felt the heavy weight upon her chest.  The sudden pressure made the already sensitive point of her nipple ache and she cried out slightly.  Then she felt warmth through cloth as nimble fingers began to toy with the tender point, sending more and more shocks through her system.  Her face flushed even more as her heart was racing in her chest.

   Archer moved so he could watch her face, his nimble fingers still toying with her left nipple, making it somehow harder and even more sensitive than before.  He said, “I’m going to fuck you.”

   Rin bit her lip and replied, “I know.”

   He leaned forward, his lips almost touching hers as he replied, “I’m not going to be gentle.”  His other hand moved up as well, and he stopped toying with her nipple.  Before she could do anything, both hands gripped her shirt and a sickening tearing sound filled the room as the fabric of her turtleneck and camisole gave way.  Frigid air hit her bare and hypersensitive skin and she squirmed, clinching her eyes shut and biting her lip.

   “I know, I wasn’t expecting you to be,” Rin whispered as she kept her eyes squeezed shut.

   His lips were on her throat again, alternating with kisses and hot licks.  She arched, baring more of her throat to him.  There was a thrill that sparked deep inside her as he nibbled on her neck as his hands cupped both of her breasts.  Despite his claim, those large and, luckily, hot hands were gentle on her skin as he began to knead her flesh together and apart.

   “Then why?” he asked as he kissed down to her collar bone, his steel colored eyes meeting hers.

   Rin swallowed and answered in a soft voice, “Because I want you to kiss me again.”

   Had the situation been less intense, Rin would have celebrated at the look Archer had on his face from her words.  The grim darkness that had haunted his gray eyes since Rin had woken up here lifted.  Those eyes widened and for an instant he looked like Emiya Shirou again, despite the white hair and the bronze skin.  He lifted his head towards her, a puzzled frown crossing his handsome features as his hands stilled upon her breasts.

   “You do?” he blurted out, his voice softer and more nervous than his threat of fucking her and not being gentle about it.

   Rin licked her dry lips and closed her eyes.

   And my Archer doesn’t disappoint, she thought when his lips met hers again.

   One hand still rested on her breast as another entangled in her long hair before their lips met again.  The difference between the almost violent kiss of before and this one was like night and day.  Rin was leaning up into him, feeling the parts of her body not being touched by Archer’s hand press into the hard caprice of his armor.  Her lips danced somewhat awkwardly against his, but this time it was her who slid her tongue into his mouth.

   Archer’s moan against her lips was one of surrender.

   Tohsaka Rin rejoiced; she had won, but she had to make sure she kept the spoils of her victory.

   Warmth was cooling in her core as she felt her body respond to Archer’s.  She was tingling with alternating warmth and cold, and a subtle, empty ache was making itself known.  They kissed, their lips, teeth and tongue dancing with a magic all of their own.  She took note of little things, like the oddly metallic taste of Archer’s mouth and the smell of steel, blood, and smoke emanating from him. 

   “And yet these hands will never hold anything.”

   It was part of his mantra to summon his Reality Marble, a sad and utterly lonely spell that
opened the door to a barren world of creation.  Rin separated her lips from Archer’s, taking a deep breath as they rested against each other, his hand still in her hair and her face against his neck.

   “I want those hands to hold me,” she whispered to him before biting his ear.

******

   “I want those hands to hold me.”  Rin’s voice was a husky throb against his ear before he felt blunt teeth bite into the lobe.  He groaned at that and gripped Rin’s hair.  Fire was raging in his body, and he was swollen and rigid in the confines of his pants.

   Despite being tied up, Rin had all of the power.  She had won.  Archer laughed against her, smelling roses, tea, and the blood scent that clung to all magi.

   He moved to let her go but there was another sharp bite at his ear.  He stilled and looked up at her and her cheeks matched the shredded remains of her sweater.  His gaze went to the high, small and perfectly formed breasts that were flushing a lovely shade of pink.  Their taunt, coppery-pink nipples all but begged him to kiss, suckle, lick, and nip them. 

   “You won,” he replied in a hoarse voice, “I’m going to let you go.”

   Her blushing intensified as she replied, “D-don’t.”

   He blinked at that and part of his lust addled brain realized he had Rin bound and willing.  He nodded and kissed her again, a flash of lips and heat.  His blood was roaring in his veins and he started kissing down her body again before tugging on her right nipple with his teeth before engulfing it.  She tasted like light sweat and something sweet and tart he couldn’t put a name to.  She tensed with a gasp as he suckled, laved, and nibbled at the coppery-pink point.

   He let Rin go long enough for him to pull off his mantle and released the prana constructing his cuirass so his upper half was bare.  He lifted his hands to ease the remains of her turtleneck and camisole down her arms so he could caress all the bare skin he could find.  His fingers found his way down to the pleated black skirt and it suffered the same fate that her shirt did. 

   Rin cried out as he tore her clothing off, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and a white pair of panties.  He gave her nipple one last playful nip as he settled back and enjoyed the sight of Rin all but naked, flushed, aquamarine eyes hooded and raven hair tumbling in wild disarray.  She had won, but he wasn’t going to give her an easy victory.

   Yet his chest was tight as he slid his fingers into the front of her panties.  “A-archer,” Rin said, her eyes widening as he found that her slit was completely bare.   He applied pressure at the apex and he watched the way Rin’s thighs jolted at that.  She closed her eyes, tilting her head away as he deftly parted her folds to slide his finger into hot, silken wetness.

   His chest tightened and he felt his whole body throb in response.  He wanted to be buried hilt deep into her where his finger was just teasing.  “God, you’re wet,” he said in an awe laced whisper as he idly slid his finger around her folds before prodding the nub partly hidden at their summit.

   Rin could only shake her head and blush as he began to rub the point of her weakness, delighting in the tiny cry she made.  The tiny nub began to swell and poke out of its hood as he teased it, alternating pressure as he used his thumb and middle finger to spread her open even more.  He moved so his face was in front of her while he could still toy with her. 

   Archer kissed her and Rin cried out as he felt he nub begin to retreat again.  He rubbed harder and faster, and said to Rin, “Come for me.”

   Her resistance shattered and so did she, her loud scream splitting the night.  Archer kissed and nuzzled her as she writhed and shivered against him.  His fingers lightly danced over her, enjoying the feel of tiny aftershocks with each jolt of her thighs.  Her lust coated his fingers and he wanted to burrow himself into her, thrust until they were both lightheaded and sated.

   Archer gave Rin one last caress as he lifted his fingers from her and removed them from her now lust drenched underwear.  Smirking, he brought the glistening digits to Rin’s face as she stared with lust addled eyes.  She looked up at Archer and he felt his smirk widen as she blushed a deep red.

   “Look how wet you are,” Archer said with a smirk before gently brushing Rin’s lips with his fingers.

   Her eyes widened as she felt her own wetness touch her lips.  However, to Archer’s shock, she demurely lowered her lashes before licking her own lust from his fingers.  He swallowed as she began to suck his fingers clean, and he felt his own heart race as his own ache became almost unbearable. 

   Rin whispered, “Do it.”

   Archer looked at her swollen mouth, shook his head, and stood to his full height.  His own stomach was knotted up, but he wasn’t going to fully surrender.  Not after he had felt her lips and tongue against his fingers.

   The sound of his zipper coming down was almost deafening, and the sight of Rin’s eyes widening to the size of saucers would have been funny any other moment.  His length was hard, hot, and swollen, and he groaned at the relief of being freed from the tight confines of his pants.  The thick head was starting to weep and he took himself into his hand, his breath catching at the spark of sensation.  He stroked himself once then again, his hips bucking with each sudden movement, as Rin continued to watch with those impossibly wide aquamarine eyes.

   He smirked as he leveled the thick head close to her lips and stroked her cheek with his free hand.

   “Suck,” he demanded in a low voice.

******

   Rin glared up at Archer at his command before looking at the thick length before her.  Her eyes widened as she studied it, taking in the thick head, the pulsing veins, and its girth.  Her chest tightened and her stomach clinched as she looked at the gleaming, clear droplets dribbling from that engorged tip.  Archer kept stroking her cheek before moving back to her hair again as he watched her with that smirk.

   “You want me to do what?” she asked, her voice rough from screaming just moments before.  Her Archer had played her like a fiddle, building her up to a shattering climax – literally.

   His fingers massaged the back of her head, which felt rather good, and he answered, “It’s not going to suck itself.”

   Heat poured in to her cheeks as she retorted, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

   “I thought you were strong enough to save me, but you can’t suck my cock?” Archer asked, canting his head as he looked down at her.

   More heat filled her cheeks at his rather crude words.  She looked down, realizing that she was still wearing her panties rather dimly.  Then she glared up at him before leaning forward and lightly running her tongue over the tip.

   Her nose crinkled at the salty-bitterness she tasted when those few drops of his own lust hit her tongue.  However, Archer groaned and his hips thrust up in a way that made Rin pause.  Fine, I can do this, she thought before licking her lips and sliding her lips down that swollen length.

   It felt odd at first; there was a sense of fullness that was stretching her mouth open and an earthy, musky taste laced with metal and that same salty-bitterness.  Then that thick head hit something in her throat, and she felt something spasm back there, causing her eyes to water.  Archer was stroking her hair and his voice was more of a moan as he said, “If you take too much in at once, you’ll choke.  Start slow, I’ll help you.”

   She blinked at that, but she closed her eyes and began to experimentally suck.  There was a thick vein she ran her tongue over and she felt the obscene length in her mouth twitch at that.  Archer’s hands and hips began to guide her, and she was moving her mouth up and down his length.  Her jaw began to ache as Archer began to swell more and more in her mouth, his movements picking up the pace.  His hand at the base was stroking too, taking care of what Rin couldn’t get with her mouth without choking.

   Then his movements became almost violently erratic as he pulled himself from Rin’s mouth.  Rin blinked and then felt something hot, thick, and wet splash against her lips, nose, chin, and even her cheek.  With her eyes shut, she heard Archer groan, gasp and felt him shudder against her before she felt him go slack against her.  He was heavy, leaning against her as he gasped for air.

   Rin opened her eyes and her nose crinkled at that odd, musky salt smell and tasted more of that salty-bitterness on her lips as she realized what happened.  Her eyes narrowed as she listened to Archer heavily breathe as he was holding her.  Her eye twitched as she said in a scathing tone, “I can’t believe you did that.”

   Archer lifted himself off of her and looked down at her.  His gray eyes widened as Rin glared up at him, and there was a moment of satisfaction when she saw fear flash in those steely depths.  Archer himself was blushing as he reached for one of the tatters of her turtleneck and brought it up to her face.

   The cloth began to wipe up his mess as she said, “You finished before we even . . . and then you finished on my face!”

   “Well, it looks good on you,” he said with a teasing smile that made him look even more like his past self.  Once he got his mess cleaned off of her, he kissed her again.  She bit his lip, but other than that she did nothing to stop him and ended up returning the kiss with him.  His hands were in her hair and she was dimly aware of him untying the ribbons, letting the tangle raven locks fall freely around her.

   They pulled back so she could catch her breath and she felt those steel-colored eyes meet hers.  Those intense eyes seemed to drink her in and she squirmed from their intensity as she looked at Archer.  He was still in those pants, but naked from the waste up.  He was broad and thickly muscled, and that tawny skin was covered in a myriad of scars.

   Her chest tightened at the sight, just another reminder of the life he had lived and his current existence.

   As she inspected him, she noticed that he was already semi-hard again, even though he had just had an orgasm.  She swallowed, a bit of irrational fear eating at her.   However, Archer was kneeling before her, his white head going right between her thighs.  Dark fingers clinched her panties before tearing them away, leaving her almost completely naked in the cold air.  She shivered as she felt Archer’s warmth against her, a contrast from the frigid air.

   Her muscles tensed as his fingers were at her slit again, gently prying it open.  Her cheeks burned as she realized he was staring at her most private place in fascination.  “Stop it,” she whispered.

   “It’s pretty,” was Archer’s reply as she was suddenly invaded. 

   Rin gasped at the heat inside of her as Archer prodded her core with her finger.  Her inner muscles clamped down on the intruder and Archer groaned, sliding his finger in and out of her slick wetness.  “Tight too,” Archer said in a low voice as he looked up at her.

   She bit her lip and replied, “Of course it is . . . I’ve never . . .”

   “I know,” he said softly, “I want to kiss you here.”

   Rin’s eyes widened at that and she all but wailed, “But you can’t!  That place is dirty and . . .”

   Of course, Archer ignored her protest and began to flick his tongue against her folds.

******

   Despite having just came, Archer felt himself harden once again as he began to study Rin.  She was beautiful, exquisite, and for the moment, completely his.  No matter what happened after this moment, even if he could never find this record in the Throne, Rin would never forget.

   He was going to be her First.

   He was going to open those lovely pink folds and break that thin membrane protecting her core from him.  He was going to be the first person inside of her.  He was going to be the first person to mark her with his seed.

   Her cries as he experimentally licked her were music to his ears. 

   He had always wanted to do this, but his past lover had been too shy to let him.  He had tried on numerous occasions but he had only been denied.  Archer had no experience to guide him in this, just a few ero manga that a friend had given him an eternity ago.  He had been caught unaware of the sheer power he was feeling at the moment of the sweet-tart taste of Rin’s lust.  It was like a drug to him, and Rin’s cries were like a heady chaser for it.

   His tongue found that hidden nub once again, and he used his fingers to help hold her open as he flicked his tongue back and forth over it.  Rin’s hips were eagerly meeting his mouth as much as they could in the chair.  In a moment of inspiration, he wrapped his lips upon that tiny nub and began to suck.

   “Archer!”

   Her scream, her gyrations, and the taste of her on his tongue were working to be his undoing.  His concentration was shattering as Rin’s folds collapsed against his fingers and that tiny nub completely retreated from his lips.  She bucked hard against him with a wail, her body completely taunt before she trembled wildly before him.

   Giving her quivering folds one last lick, he pulled his finger out from her tight depths and moved his face from her.  The chair offered no resistance as he broke the seat, throwing it to the side before snapping the legs free as well.  This freed Rin’s legs but her hands were still bound behind her as he lifted her legs and settled on his between them.

   Rin’s hair was spilled across the concrete floor as her flushed and shivering body was presented to him.  Those long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling her glistening, bare slit to his swollen head.  He groaned as she parted to him, the tip of him surrounded by delicious, wet, hot, softness.  Then he began to press himself home, feeling Rin’s body resisting him as she hissed and looked at him.

   “Archer, stop, it hurts,” Rin said, her eyes wide, “Something’s wrong, you’re too big or . . .”

   He nodded and leaned towards her, pulling back.  Rin relaxed, sighing and she started to smile at him, to offer some suggestion when he gripped her hips.  Then without any preamble he thrust forward as hard as he could, feeling the resistance break.  Scalding, wetness that had very little to do with lust coated him as he slid inside of her to the hilt.

   A groan escaped Archer’s lips as he was suddenly surrounded by crushing tightness.  Rin cried out, her legs tightening around his waist as he held her tight.  He kissed her, letting her body relax as much as it could so he could move.  Rin’s voice was thick as she said, “I told you to stop.”

   “I can’t,” he said as he looked into her eyes before kissing her.

   For one glorious, shining moment the only thing Archer was aware of was Rin’s body wrapped around his, clinching at him from within and from without and the feel of her lips against his.  He couldn’t think; all he could do was feel the crushing grip slide into sweet friction as he began to thrust his hips against hers.  She cried out; he moaned, and soon the only sounds were Rin’s little cries, his grunts and moans, and the slick sound of their coupling.

   Lightning was starting to charge in his veins, causing him to swell even more.  His head began to swim with it, the feeling of being inside of Rin almost too much to bare.  They were kissing each other anywhere their lips could meet as he felt that crackling at the base of his spine.  He was going to lose himself in her; it was inevitable, and he didn’t want to stop it.

   “A-archer . . . t-t-together,” Rin managed to say, the chains around her ankles clinking as they tightened around him.

   Nodding, he slid his hand between them, kissing her again.  His questing fingers eagerly found that nub as he began to stroke in time with his erratic thrusts.  His hips were moving harder and faster now, pushing himself ever deeper into Rin’s body.  Her core began to flutter around him, tiny little grips that made his vision darken and the lightning in his veins rage.

   Then, suddenly, Rin arched up like a taunt bowstring with a loud cry right as her core began to collapse around him.  It sent him over the edge, his own body tensing as he thrust as deep as he could before pouring every bit of himself into her.  A loud grunt passed from his lips with each pulse of soul shattering release, spilling his essence into her in a torrent of warmth.  His hand moved from Rin’s slit to grip her hips as he lost himself into her.

   Weakness filled his muscles before he was aware of prana filling his circuits with a snap.  The world wasn’t crushing his existence anymore, and he felt the connection to his Master renewed.  He gently pulled out of Rin before collapsing beside of her.

******

   “You need to apologize,” Rin said sometime after they both had recovered enough to sit up.  There was a sickening crawling from within her tender core as she realized Archer’s seed was currently spilling out of her.  He was currently unbinding her hands; her arms were starting to ache and go numb.

   Once they were free she swung them back and forth to restore the blood flow as Archer looked at her with hooded grey eyes.  He said, “I said I wasn’t going to be gentle.”

   Rin flushed as she replied, “I . . . sort of liked that part.”

   “Really?” Archer frowned as he looked at her.

   Rin sighed and said, “It was nice not being the one in control for once.  I mean, don’t expect it to be a constant thing, but once and a while . . .” She shrugged with a gesture towards the chains. 

   Archer frowned and asked, “You want me apologize for trying to kill Emiya Shirou.”

   “That I can understand.  I don’t like it, but I can understand that you’re an idiot,” Rin said as she slid into Archer’s mantle because her clothing was currently destroyed.

   Archer sighed and said, “I apologize for betraying you.”

   “I’ll forgive you, someday.  You need to earn it though,” Rin said with a smirk as she attempted to stand up.   Her legs were shaky and she realized she was sore.  So she sank back down, burrowing into the mantle.

   “You okay?” he asked as he sat beside her.

   Rin blushed and answered, “I’m sore, I’m tired, and I gave my virginity to the guy who betrayed me.  Oh, and you’re leaking out of me.  So how do you think I’m doing?”

   “I’m sorry,” Archer said with a smirk.

   She smiled at that and said, “But I must be pretty damned awesome to completely turn you against your goal.  I think you don’t realize how amazing I am.”

   Archer met her gaze and said, “This can’t fix everything.”

   Rin reached out and took his hand.  She said, “You’re mine.  I’m not too keen on letting things that are mine go without a fight.”

   “I realized that,” Archer replied, leaning in for a kiss.


Author’s Notes: Yeah, I should be working on my serial this weekend, but I got bit by a porn plot bunny.  It’s rough, but I had fun writing it.  I guess I sort of missed my paring.  Plus I haven’t written porn in a god’s age.  Figured I needed to get wet again.

Also, this turned out a lot less rape-y than I originally envisioned.  Weird.

This is some alternate UBW route or something.  Just think Rin didn’t get Saber or something, I don’t know.  This is PWP damn it.

 

This year I will once again be attending Ohayocon in Columbus, OH.

The con runs from January 24th through the 26. I'll be doing several panels, including one on writing and a Type-Moon one with my husband.  If anyone's going to be there, maybe we could meet up and stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Type-Moon or the Nasuverse.
 
******
 
 Sakura smiled at the sight before her, Shirou bound with a leg bar spreading his legs and his hands behind his back.  A length of black silk had been wound around his face to cover his eyes, and it was the only thing covering him.  Muscles gleamed under the dim light, and she kissed the scar on his shoulder.
 
 “Now, say ‘Seaweed’ when I do something you don’t like,” she said in a sweet voice as she wrapped her hand against his engorged length.  She could feel the thick veins pulsing under her fingertips and smiled.  She lightly traced her fingers over him and he groaned with a nod, the ball gag between his lips keeping him from doing anything else.
 
 “Now it’s my turn,” she said as she picked up the slim, silver vibrator lying beside her.  A twist of the wrist filled the room with a faint buzzing sound as she turned it on the low setting.  Then she began to slowly trail the tip underneath the thick ridge of the head of Shirou’s – her – cock.  A groan escaped the gag as his shaft jolted in her hand.  Chuckling to herself she picked up the ring on the other side and opened it.
 
 Shirou gasped as she clasped the ring around the base of his dick, his hips thrusting fruitlessly.  She leaned forward and whispered, “You’ll cum when I want you to come.”  Then she pulled the vibrator away from his thick, twitching length and opened a white tube laying beside her. 
 
 Rider had suggested all of the lovely toys at Sakura’s side. She wasn’t sure if she was brave enough to use the slim, metal rods to thrust inside of Shirou’s urethra, but she had them anyway.  However this was something she was brave enough to do.  Smiling she coated the vibrating metal rod with the clear, thick fluid and made sure there was some on her fingers as well.  Then she moved to his muscular rear with a rather wicked smile that he couldn’t see.
 
 “Now, you need to relax, Sempai,” she all but sang out as she pressed the vibrator into his firm cheeks.
 
 He jerked with a hard cry as she invaded him, but she kissed his cheek and neck as she coaxed the toy into his virgin passage. “There,” she said as she pushed it as far as it could go before turning it to full strength.  Shirou cried out, his hips jerking as his cock twitched and the thick head oozed clear lust for her.
 
 “Is that on a sweet spot?” she asked as she pushed him onto his back.  He nodded, all but growling behind the gag.
 
 Sakura smiled, and then positioned her slit over his straining girth.  She groaned as she sank down on him, feeling the delicious feeling of being filled by her lover.  Each twitch of him inside her was treasured as she began to ride him.  One of her hands moved to between where they were joined to toy at the swollen nub at the apex of her folds as almost an after thought.
 
 Each thrust of her riding him brought her higher and higher, and each muffled cry under his gag only drove her wilder.  She could feel her own lust pour from her, soaking them both until they were sticky.  The tension within her was building more and more, she was going to shatter.
 
 And she wanted him to pour into her when she did.
 
 “Now,” she groaned as she unfastened the ring and sent it flying across their bedroom.
 
 Shirou grunted hard as he pressed into her, pushing even deeper.  The first spurt of heat sent her crashing over the edge with a scream as her inner walls collapsed around her lover. Her vision blurred white as she cried out her joy for her Sempai to hear her.
 
 Then she fell over him, the energy sapped from her muscles for the moment. The sound of their heavy breathing mingled with the mechanical buzz of the vibrator filled the room.  Sakura felt her strength returning and she moved herself off of Shirou’s still twitching length.  She reached up, removed the ball gag, and then positioned her dripping slit over Shirou’s face.
 
 “Now, you’d better lick me clean,” she said with a smile as she lowered herself onto his waiting tongue, ready to start round two.
 
 As always, he never disappointed. 

Elf's Note: This fic is a couple of years old.  It's also one of my darkest pieces of writing and I'm still proud of it.
 
 Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night belong to Type-Moon and its respective companies.  I do not own the properties or the characters contained within.  This story is not written for profit, just entertainment.
 
 WARNING: Dark fic, character death.  Read at your own risk.
 
 Author’s Notes: This is a lot different than what you guys are usually use to reading.  There’s no real romance in this story and tragedy strikes heavily.  The contest this is wrote for is for Shakespearean themes.  Just my favorite Shakespeare works are his tragedies, which I hope this suits that need.
 
 
 The Counter Guardian formerly known as Emiya Shirou, currently known as Servant Archer scowled at the white panties he folded and shoved into the suitcase.  He looked around the guest room of his former dwelling with a frown as he continued to pack things.  His shoulders were tense as his Master’s Command ringing in his ears.
 
 “Archer, I want everything packed and back at my house before breakfast is over.”
 
 He’d tried pressing the issue, trying to manipulate her into telling him why she wanted to leave so quickly.  However, those aquamarine eyes simply narrowed as she turned from him, tossing her long, wavy raven hair in the process.  He tried refusing the Command, but she repeated it again and again until he had to obey or be severely weakened, heavy limbed, and lethargic.  So he was currently packing Tohsaka Rin’s things, careful to keep everything in order because the girl seemed to live in disarray when it came to her things.
 
 Not that he minded tending to her.  In fact, it was one of his few pleasures in the repeating loop he’d cursed himself into by trying to change the past.  The price for his sin for trying to commit suicide by murdering his past self because of a Faustian pact he made naively years ago.  Now he was beginning to settle in the routine of the Fifth Grail War repeating itself over and over again.  He realized he couldn’t change what happened to him, but he could manipulate events so his former lover and his past self could find happiness if he tried.
 
 Just not always together, but sometimes things were not meant to be.
 
 However, he had a feeling of dread coiled within his stomach. Something he couldn’t shake that he was seeing from Rin’s cold manner and the Shadow that was threatening to eat Fuyuki City.  He knew who the Shadow was, as did Rin and the current Emiya Shirou.  Especially since Shirou was currently sleeping with the person housing it in her body to supply her fragile existence with mana.
 
 Just the problem was that Matou Sakura was Rin’s younger sister.
 
 Saying Sakura’s story was tragic was an understatement at best.
 
 As a child, Rin’s father gave the younger Tohsaka to the head of the Matou household, a magus line in which all the magic circuits were dead. The grandfather of the family had implanted magical worms into Sakura’s body in an attempt to copy his Magic Crest into the young girl. In return she’d suffered greatly to the point that her whole body had been transformed by the process.  Then the old bastard had transformed Sakura into an immature version of what was tainting the Holy Grail.
 
 This Shadow had to consume mana in order to survive, but in the process it obliterated every living thing it touched.  Even Servants weren’t immune to its grim nature, as Emiya Shirou’s Servant Saber had realized just a scant few nights ago. 
 
 Which left Emiya Shirou practically defenseless, which was one of the reasons they were staying here.  Rin was teaching Shirou how to use magecraft, or rather trying to because the boy was hellishly inept except one odd thing.  Archer knew exactly what that odd thing was, but to bring it up would bring too much attention to his identity which was something he didn’t want.
 
 He’d remembered in his time where she started to teach him magecraft. The lessons developed from more there and then he realized he’d been in love with Tohsaka Rin.  The pendent she used to heal him, the same one that she used as a catalyst to Summon him, had been one of his prize possessions until he returned it to its original owner.
 
 But there was something crawling in his gut that he couldn’t shake as he gathered her things and headed to her mansion.
 
 ******
 
 Shirou cast a look over his shoulder at the beautiful girl with the violet hair standing behind him. Sakura’s amethyst eyes widened, a tiny smile graced her lips as her cheeks flushed attractively as she bowed her head.  The pink ribbon she sported gently touched her cheeks as she cut through the leek.  As he watched he noted the angle of her knife was wrong as he walked up to her and stood behind her with their bodies cradled against each other.
 
 He inhaled her sweet, floral scent as he took her delicate wrists into his hands.  Her skin was startlingly pale against his, as it had been last night and the night before that.  He was filled with awe when it came to her.  She leaned back against him enough so that her silky hair brushed against his chin and neck.
 
 Shirou smiled against her hair and said, “You’re holding the knife wrong, Sakura.  Here, hold it like this.”  He shifted her position and changed the angle she was holding the blade ever so slightly.  He then raised her arm and gently brought it down.  The knife cleanly cut through the vegetable as Shirou said, “Let the blade do the work for you, Sakura, not your arm.”
 
 “You’re good with your hands, Shirou,” she said in a breathy voice before she turned her head to look up at him.  She was breathing hard which caused her breasts to rise and fall with each subtle movement, causing them to press against her shirt.
 
 He swallowed as he watched her before bending down and brushing his lips with hers.  She murmured sweetly against him as their lips caressed.  She turned so she was facing him and her tongue danced to meet his own.  He felt heat rise in his body as the kiss turned hotter. Their tongues met and danced against one and another.  She pressed against him as her hands combed through his hair.
 
 They parted for air and his face was burning, and hers was too if the pink flush on her pale cheeks was any indication.  He stroked her hair and held her protectively.  Her arms wrapped around him tightly as her face pressed into his shoulder, just as it had in the rain.  His hands traced her spine as he whispered, “It’s gonna be okay, Sakura, we’re not going to let this thing beat you.”
 
 “You really think nee-san’s going to try to kill me?” she asked softly as she peered up at him.
 
 Shirou replied, “I don’t think Tohsaka would do anything like that.  Archer on the other hand, he might.”  Because he’s an ass.
 
 “He’d be right though, sempai, I’m a ticking time bomb,” she said before looking away and taking a step back, “I don’t want to murder anyone.”
 
 Shirou gripped her shoulders and met her face.  He peered into her eyes and said, “We’re not going to let that happen to you, Sakura.”
 
 “I already killed Saber!  I . . . my grandfather made me devour her . . . you’re without your Servant in a war that can get you killed!” Sakura protested as her eyes began to waver with tears, “And I don’t want to lose you, sempai.”
 
 Shirou framed her face with his hands and swore, “You’re not going to lose me, I promise.”
 
 “But . . .” she weakly objected, “What if I do become that thing?”
 
 He used his thumbs to brush her tears away as he steadily stared into her eyes.  He said, “Then I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I can save you.”
 
 “Sempai?” she said with wide eyes before he kissed her again.
 
 They parted and he flashed his brightest smile at her.  He said, “Come on, Sakura, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!”
 
 Sakura laughed as they started cooking again.  He smiled as they cooked together, loving the feel of such a mundane task with this girl he’d fallen in love with.  As they were bringing the food to the table, a silent, sensual figure in black drifted over with her long, lavender hair trailing behind her like a banner.  Her covered eyes did not give any hint of expression, but now Shirou knew fully well why she wore the strange visor when she fought against Archer.
 
 Medusa, the Rider class Servant, glided over to them and sat down beside Sakura.  Shirou offered her some soup and asked, “Won’t you try some?”
 
 “I don’t need food to survive, Shirou.  I’m not like Saber,” Rider said in her soft, throaty voice, “I am an actual spirit.”
 
 Shirou held up the pot of miso and asked, “But won’t you try it, Rider?  I’m sure you’ll like it.”
 
 Sakura smiled at Rider and passed her a bowl of the soup.  Rider frowned at it before sighing and sipping gently at it.  Her eyebrows lifted above her visor before she polished off the rest of the bowl before handing it back to Sakura.  She bowed her head and asked, “Sakura, may I have some more?”
 
 Sakura giggled as she poured more of the soup.  As they ate, Rider said, “Master, what are your plans?”
 
 Sakura flushed and then looked at Shirou.  Shirou looked at her and said, “I’d like to talk to Berserker’s Master and try to form an alliance with her, then stop your grandfather and his Servant.”
 
 Sakura nodded and asked, “Does that sound good to you, Rider?”
 
 “What of Archer’s Master?” Rider asked softly as she looked at Sakura behind her visor, “He’s determined to protect her, however, things like honor and fair play are things he’d readily abandon to protect her. Even disobeying her orders to do so.”
 
 Shirou frowned and asked, “You think we should talk to that asshole?”
 
 “And he can talk to Sakura’s sister, yes,” Rider said with a nod.
 
 Sakura swallowed and said, “But his response to the Shadow . . . I heard him say that even in times like this, he’s still called to be a Cleaner? What does that mean?”
 
 “No, we’re not talking to Archer.  He’s not going to listen to us, and I don’t like him,” Shirou said with a snort as he turned his head away, “Especially if Tohsaka is so hard to kill you, Sakura.”
 
 Sakura bowed her head with a nod as her violet eyes narrowed.  “Nee-san doesn’t understand this, she’s being selfish and . . .”  Sakura swallowed and placed her hand against her forehead.  Shirou frowned at her flushed cheeks.
 
 Shirou leaned forward and took her hand.  He asked, “You okay, Sakura?”
 
 Sakura gave him a smile and took a deep breath.  Her body shook with the motion as she said, “I just got dizzy for a second, Sempai, that’s all.”
 
 Shirou asked, “Are you sure?”
 
 “Is it Matou?” Rider asked sharply as she placed her hand on Sakura’s shoulder.
 
 Sakura shook her head and answered, “No, it doesn’t feel like Grandfather, Rider.”
 
 Shirou asked, “Are you sure?”
 
 “Yes, sempai, I’m sure,” Sakura said with a smile as she closed her eyes.  She wavered in her seat before pitching to the side.  Shirou stood up as Rider caught her.  Shirou ran across to the other side as Rider laid Sakura’s trembling body down to the ground.
 
 Sakura was gasping hard for breath as her eyes fluttered towards the back of her head.  She was shaking as Rider cradled her close.  Shirou’s voice sounded odd to him as he screamed, “Rider, what the hell’s wrong with her?”  His heart was pounding in his chest as he knelt beside the girl he’d fallen in love with.
 
 He began to stroke the silky strands of violet hair as he murmured, “It’s okay, Sakura, we’re here, we’re not going to let anything happen to you . . .” He laid a gentle kiss on her forehead as her breathing began to slow and her trembling began to stop.
 
 Rider sighed and said, “She’s beginning to . . .”
 
 Then Sakura jerked hard before collapsing, utterly still in their arms. Shirou shook her and shouted her name as Rider pressed her ear against Sakura’s heart.   “Her heart’s not beating,” Rider said in a trembling voice.
 
 Shirou grabbed Sakura away from the Servant and laid her onto the ground. He placed his hands together and started pounding at her chest. He did five compressions before tilting Sakura’s head back, closing her nose and breathing into it.  He pushed two breaths into her before starting the compressions again.  He pressed harder in his urgency, his body felt as if he’d been drenched in ice as his heart wrenched itself into his throat.
 
 With another press he felt something crack under his hands.  He leaned forward and blew more air between those unresponsive lips.  He did it over and over again for a small eternity before Rider grabbed him with surprisingly weak arms.  She pulled him away from Sakura and whispered, “Shirou, she’s dead . . .”
 
 “No, she’s not dead, I won’t accept that!” Shirou screamed as tears streamed down his face.
 
 Rider’s face fell as she said, “Shirou, she’s dead . . . “
 
 ”How?” Shirou asked as he looked into her face, “How . . .” His body shook with the first sob as he grabbed the still warm body in his arms. He held Sakura close as he cried, “Why?  Rider . . .? Why . . .”
 
 “I . . . I don’t know, Shirou,” Rider whispered as she wiped tears that had spilled from her visor as Shirou held Sakura’s body close.
 
 ******
 “We need to concentrate on winning the War.”
 
 Archer sat up from his place in Rin’s study as his Master approached him.  She was dressed in her normal clothing, the red flattering her aquamarine eyes and raven hair.  It was a sight he never tired of, despite the twist in his heart every time he saw her like this. However, her normally vibrant and warm eyes were icy as she looked past him with her shoulders squared. Her expression was severe and he approached her with a frown on his face.
 
 He asked, “What do you have planned then, Rin?”
 
 “We need to find out who Lancer’s Master is.  I think after your battle against him that you  would have no trouble finishing him, however I am worried about Berserker and Illyasviel,” Rin continued before walking past him to her father’s desk.
 
 Frowning, Archer asked, “And what about Sakura?”
 
 “That’s already been taken care of,” Rin said emotionlessly as she started shuffling papers at her father’s desk.
 
 Archer moved in front of her desk and peered at her.  He asked, “Did Rider and Shirou manage to kill Zouken?”
 
 “No, I killed her,” Rin simply said without looking up as she slid her glasses onto her face.
 
 Archer felt his chest tighten as he looked down at her with wide eyes, her words refusing to register with him. No . . . that’s . . . that’s not suppose to happen . . . “You didn’t,” Archer said softly, “Rin, you’d never . . .”
 
 Rin finally looked up at him with icy aquamarine eyes as she calmly stated, “I did.  I slipped poison into her breakfast this morning.  She should be dead now.  Which means Rider is taken care of as well.”
 
 Archer leaned forward and asked, “You killed your sister?”
 
 “I did.  You said it yourself that I was the best magus that could have Summoned you.  Why are you so surprised that I’d take the actions needed to protect countless people from what my sister will become,” Rin said as her eyes met his.
 
 Sorrow gripped Archer’s heart as he thought, But . . . Rin would never . . . She . . . This isn’t right.  This isn’t suppose to happen like this.
 
 He took a deep breath as he said, “Yes, Rin, you’re right.  We need to concentrate on winning the Grail, but I wouldn’t count Rider out yet.”
 
 “Why do you say that?” Rin asked as she tilted her head, “There’s not a spare Master that could take her.”
 
 Archer leaned forward and said, “Yes there is and his name is Emiya Shirou, and if you think he’ll back down after this, you’re sorely mistaken.”
 
 “Yes, but he doesn’t have mana to supply Rider, nor will he allow her to use her Bloodfort either.  You’re worrying about nothing,” Rin said dismissively.
 
 Archer snorted and said, “Then you’re forgetting about Tantric Rites then, Rin.  You killed his lover and they will find out, especially since you fled without a trace.”
 
 “Well, you can kill Rider when it comes down to it,” Rin said absently as she continued to read.
 
 Archer looked at her and said, “And Emiya Shirou?”
 
 “He’s not a worry, once Rider is gone, he’s harmless and can get on with his life.  He shouldn’t have been involved in this War in the first place,” Rin said as she looked up at him.
 
 Archer stared at her and stated, “Then you’re sorely underestimating Emiya Shirou.”
 
 
******
 
Shirou cried until his eyes burned.  His stomach was in knots and lunch was threatening to escape his stomach as he held Sakura’s cooling body close to her.  He kept expecting her to open her violet eyes and look up at him.  To take his hand and hold him close against her while she stroked his hair reassuringly.  Instead, her body began to stiffen in his arms while it kept getting cooler and cooler.
 
 “What happened to her Rider?” Shirou asked as he looked at Rider’s beautiful face.
 
 Rider shook her head and replied, “I don’t know, Shirou, I don’t know . . .”
 
 “She was fine this morning!” Shirou shouted, “Was it the Shadow inside her or . . .” He gripped his hands to tight that his nails started to bite into his skin.  He looked at Rider as she gently took Sakura’s still form from his arms.
 
 Shirou’s eyes widened as Rider moved Sakura’s hair from her throat. Shirou gasped as he saw a flash of white fangs he saw peek out of Rider’s mouth before she bit Sakura’s throat.  He gasped and moved to push her away when Rider lifted her head.  Her mouth was smeared with red and she spat up a little bit while her face distorted in disgust. She looked at Shirou and said, “She was poisoned.”
 
 “Her grandfather?” Shirou asked as he stared at Sakura’s body.
 
 Rider gently laid Sakura down and said, “No, her sister.”
 
 “Tohsaka would never kill her sister,” Shirou said with a tiny shake of his head.
 
 Rider rose up to her feet, her long lavender hair swishing elegantly around her.  She calmly said with her lips pursed, “Then let’s ask Rin herself then.”
 
 “She’s probably in her room, talking to that asshole,” Shirou said as he stood up as well.  He started to head towards the guest room with Rider following like a lovely shadow behind him.  He knocked on the guest room door but there was no answer.  He pounded harder but there was still no response.
 
 He narrowed his eyes and said, “Tohsaka, let me in, I need to talk.”
 
 Again, no answer.
 
 Rider said to him, “Shirou, open the door.”
 
 Shirou swallowed and did.  They stepped inside the empty room and Shirou’s throat tightened at the sight around him.  When Tohsaka had first taken over the room, she turned it upside down within moments. Now the room was even more pristine than when he had given it to her and he had a feeling that it was Archer’s doing.  The two of them looked around the empty room as Shirou whispered, “No . . .”
 
 “Rin killed her sister,” Rider sneered as her body tensed, “She betrayed her own sister!  How could she?  She should have tried to save her at any cost, not . . . Not this.”  Rider bit her lip and looked at Shirou.  Shirou’s chest was tight and his whole body was burning.  He could feel his heart pounding in his head as he felt something like a hammer come down within him.  It filled him with burning heat as he took a deep breath and looked at Rider.
 
 He said, “Tohsaka . . . Tohsaka killed her own sister . . . How could she do such a thing?”
 
 “She’s a magus, Shirou, that’s all there is to it,” Rider said as she clinched her hands into fists as she began to waver ever so slightly.
 
 Shirou looked at the marks on his hand and then back at the sultry figure in black before him.  Rider’s face was tense and drawn under her visor and the rest of her was still.  He held out his hand to her and grit his teeth.  He said, “Rider, we’ll get the person who did this. We’ll stop this from happening to anyone else, I swear it.”
 
 Rider’s eyebrows lifted from beneath her visor as her mouth parted open.  She closed her mouth and her brow furrowed as she held out her hand to Shirou. She took it and said, “I Pledge to you my Service, I am Your Weapon, I Accept the Contract.  I, Servant Rider, willingly become Emiya Shirou’s Servant.”
 
 There was a flare of energy between them and Shirou gasped as the remaining Command Seals flashed bright red again.  He hissed as if someone had shoved a hot poker into his hand, but his eyes never left Rider’s face.  Her face became drawn again as she said, “Now, I await your Orders, Master.  What do you will of me?”
 
 “We’re going after Tohsaka,” Shirou said tensely as his shoulders shook.

So, maybe we should have a thread to introduce ourselves.

I'm Elf, the GM of Cross Effects and writer of Urban Fantasy Awesomeness.  I like write porn, but haven't written any erotica in like a year.

My favorite TM character is Archer, and I loved Fate/Zero.